Every night and every day,
I show you my picture, you
just throw the frame away.
But I let you think you've
got little to say;
I can't look at your face
any more.
O they're - mad dog days,
I said, only just mad dog
days.
In the - mad dog days.
I don't care if it's true,
Between me and you:
I can't see you through.
Please, let me say goodbye.
I never get used to you.
I never, could never get used
to you.
I never get used to you.
I never get used to you.
You don't see my dream; I don't
see your romance.
You make me feel like a dancer,
but you don't care to dance.
You see me hit the bottle,
and you hit the sack.
I go ratbat racing on the
flat of my back.
In these - mad dog days;
I call them - mad dog days.
I know they're - mad dog days.
I don't care if it's true,
Between me and you;
I can't see you through.
Please, let me say goodbye.
I never get used to you.
I never get used to you.
I never get used to you.
I never, never, never, never
get used to you.
'Cause you, you keep sitting
in your lonely little room;
You never, never, never come
out at all.
You, you keep sitting in your
little darkened room.
You are not willing to try,
Pretending to cry,
You're telling a lie.
O please, just say goodbye.
I never get used to you.
I don't want to get used to
you.
I never get used to you.
I never, never, no, could
never get used to you.
I know, I never get used to
you.
(Don't you cry here.)
I never get used to you.
(Stop crying, lying.)
I never get used to you.
You know, could never get
used to you...
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